Did he just call him
brah?
"A' brah," the child affirmed, with a head nod that sent all fourteen of the stubby head-talks bouncing around. Then, with a shrug, the youngling added,
"Or, you know, like bro, bruh, brotha-man... whatever."
When the man confirmed that he did, in fact, lightsaber, the child gave a large smile.
Reaching down to his belt, the boy removed
Riptide from where the weapon was clipped to his side. The krayt dragon shard reacted to the boy's touch. It was an eerie sensation, the feel of a crystal attuned to the wielder. Yet, he wasn't the one who had forged this weapon. They had the same face. They had the same genetic structure. But he was merely an actor who had stepped into the
role of Zak Dymo.
The Silver Jedi Knight who had been Zak Dymo was someone that the youngling could sometimes remember. As though his life were a dream and he was merely stumbling through the memories, trying to recall his lines.
His hand wrapped around the handle. It was comfortable, like putting on a pair of favored slippers.
A distinctive sound emerged as a blade of pure white appeared. The blade weaved through the air, as the child executed a Makashi salute toward the man.
"Lightsaber with me?"
This was the training hall... or, at least, he was pretty sure it was the training hall. It damn sure wasn't the cafeteria.
And what else did Jedi do in the training hall except lightsaber?
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